I took a breath and sat up. “I’ll always tell you the truth, Sophia. And I’m telling you the truth right now.”
She beamed, looking proud of herself. “I’m sure we can keep having fun for however long it takes you to recover.” Her grip on my dick tightened and she started to lower her mouth toward it again. “After all, you promised me fireworks.”
This girl is amazing. Who is the stupid little asshole who messed with her confidence? If I ever meet the guy, the first thing I’ll do is tell him what a fucking tool he is.
She smiled as her tongue darted over the tip, licking up another drop of evidence of my desire for her. “If you say no again, I’ll stop asking.”
“I’m not capable of saying no again.” I put my hand on the back of her head and groaned as I pushed her toward my lap. “Finish me, Hawaii.”
Her lips brushed my cock when she froze and looked up at me. “Leo? I’ve never swallowed before,” she said seductively.
“I’ll warn you and pull out.” I lifted my hips, needing to be back in her mouth at this point because I was still dangerously close to coming just from the memory of what she was doing moments ago.
“Don’t,” she said before wrapping her lips around me and taking me all the way to the back of her throat.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I reached out for something to hold on to. I gripped the edge of the nightstand and thrust up into her mouth, making a guttural noise that I was certain I’d never made before.
Somehow as my balls tightened again and not even the Bruins starting lineup could save me now, I mustered the strength to make sure she wanted what she was about to receive. “Soph, last chance,” I grunted.
Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked harder with determination that caused my entire body to tense. Warmth flooded my body as the first jet of come shot into her mouth. A small little gasp was the only reaction from her as she kept sucking me, keeping pace as I shot again, groaning in release. She relaxed her jaw and her throat bobbed as she swallowed everything I gave her before she lifted off my dick and smiled proudly at me.
Chapter Twelve
Sophia
I hadn’t known whatto expect from my evening with Leo but getting hit in the throat with his come before I’d taken my clothes off hadn’t even been a possibility that had flickered through my mind. I couldn’t say I was disappointed, and the taste of him unleashed something in me. Not only had I never swallowed before, but I’d also never made a guy come with only my mouth and it unlocked a whole new level of confidence. This gorgeous hockey player was groaning on the bed beneath me becauseIhad reduced him to desperate need.
That feeling created a desperate need in me too. When he’d kissed me, I’d relaxed into him, my core aching to grind against him. He’d been hard and ready and was so good with his hands and his tongue that I’d nearly ripped my clothes off right then and there. Now I needed those hands and lips on me again.
I licked him clean, relishing his shudders with each flick of my tongue, before slowly rising to stand in front of him. I expected an awkward lull as he recovered.
Do I need to tell him what I want? Do I even know what I want?
I didn’t have much time to worry about it because there was nothing awkward about the way he shot up and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me down on top of his lap with our mouths fused together again. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and stood up, spinning around to lay me down on the bed. He hovered over me, kissing down my jaw and along my neck until he reached the top of my chest and ran his tongue and lips over every inch of exposed skin.
He worked his way back up to my ear and groaned. “God, you are so beautiful.”
My first instinct was to write off his comments as things he said to all women in the heat of the moment, but there was something in his tone that sounded earnest and desperate, making me wonder if maybe he meant it.
He reached for the hem of my sweater and lifted my upper body against his chest as he pulled it off, exposing the black lace push-up bra I’d spent ten minutes deciding if I should wear or if it was too much. He kissed along the swell of my breast and pulled the cups down, exposing my nipples. He took one hungrily in his mouth, moaning as he sucked and reached behind my back with one hand, making quick work of removing the bra I’d spent so much time thinking about.
He moved to the other breast and cupped the one slick with his saliva in his hand. I arched my back into him, and he slowly sank to the floor in front of me, pulling at my jeans and panties until they were a pile on the floor in front of him.
There goes another five-minute undergarment decision that he didn’t even see.
He kissed down my stomach and gripped my hips to pull me toward him until my ass was at the edge of the bed. His lips left my body, and I lifted my head to look at him.
He took a deep breath, eyes locked on mine as he smiled and shook his head almost imperceptibly. He grabbed his dick, already hard again, pointing straight up, and gave it a couple of strokes. “You make me unnaturally hard, Hawaii.”
I smiled at the rush of pride that flooded my extremely aroused body. He said he’d need time to recover but apparently he’d underestimated his own arousal and that made me hot as hell. I wiggled, expecting him to fuck me, but he arched a brow instead.
“Not yet. I’ve got plans for you first.” He let go of his dick and wrapped his hands around my legs, spreading them wide and lifting them onto his shoulders. A squeak of pleasure escaped me as I wrapped my legs around his neck and he spread my pussy with his fingers. The anticipation was killing me. I squirmed, waiting for him to put his fingers inside me or to lower his lips but instead, he just admired my pussy, like he was enthralled.
Am I misreading what is happening?Once the doubt kicked in, it rushed to the surface and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see if he grimaced or seemed otherwise unsatisfied.What if he doesn’t like the way it looks? Is something weird down there? Would he tell me if it was? I’m pretty sure waxing is the norm these days. It’s the only way I’ve ever considered grooming myself, but what if he doesn’t like the bare look?
“Soph,” he whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His thumbs moved in soothing circles on my legs and his eyes shown with patience. “What are you thinking?”
My cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “I really don’t want to tell you.”
